It's hard for me to realize that it's been more than two weeks since I posted to my blog. I know the reason; my little laptop, Beauty, has been unable to connect to the campus network. As of last night, the tech people did something to it, so that it is now online. I'm not sure I trust it. I expect it to stop working at any moment. But meanwhile, I am enjoying my connectivity.

Classes are great. I only have four of them, although I supposedly am signed up for six credits of independent study as well. As of yet, I have not found time for anything other than classwork, however, so I am going to drop the three independent history credits. I'll keep the lit ones, since I normally write stories on my own time anyway. Might as well earn credit for them.

I am the Producer for the Eden Troupe play, Cyrano de Bergerac, this fall. That has so far taken up the most of my time, through finding out information for Christy and through the various problems we have needed to work through with each other. I am so grateful for Christy, and I am beyond thankful to God for taking care of us. We would be nowhere without Him, and I mean that in absolute truth. If Christy and I were not Christians, after the last few weeks we would probably no longer be friends. As it is, we are better friends than ever.

I am also getting more involved in church. Beginning two weeks from now, I will get to teach the preschool Sunday School class in the evenings. Also, we college students are going to be able to participate in special music, which makes me happy. I might actually be organizing that. As a sidenote, it's really curious how one can drift into doing things like that so gradually; five years ago I knew absolutely nothing about music.

These last few weeks have been filled with struggles, heartache, and joy. It's the sort of stuff that a person cannot post to her blog, but in summary, I've been making decisions. God willing, I will be attending a graduate school next year, with the purpose of working towards a Ph.D. in American colonial history. I am especially looking at the University of Virginia. Again, it is curious how all the pieces of the last several years fit into this decision. Here at PHC I have been checked again and again from my desire to study ancient history. Instead, everything has prepared me to see the value of American history. Perhaps God has been trying to tell me something.

I think I have at last grown up this past year.  ¶ 9:46 AM